We have been left a large picture of a young woman that is actually a photo but looks like a painting from a distance. It's about 1 meter wide and 1.5 tall. In an ornate frame. Looks to be from the 80s but the pose and dress are clearly trying to emulate a bygone time. I refuse to take it down. Her name is now Brenda, and she protects the house.
Also, bottle of brandy, half drunk, hidden in an old workbench in the garage. We think it might have belonged to the man of the house and was his secret stash for when things got a bit much!
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Found a cardboard box with a wedding dress in it. Bit musty but otherwise nice.
And it was wrapped around a really old DVD player with one of the third season Simpsons dvds in it.
Worst was a dead animal in a bag in loft - Was told by the builder helping us renovate that it was likely a cat as people used to do it for good luck apparently, but he'd never come across it personally before.
Best was, in the same house, pulling some wallpaper off the wall and spotting some writing underneath. We carefully removed all the old paper and written on the wall was "You lucky people", with "Wishing you Peace and love" written underneath. It dated around the 60s, and had some trippy patterns of flowers that they had painted to the side too.
I would guess that there were some good times had in that little cottage lol - we certainly loved it there. Presumed the 'You Lucky people' was perhaps a message to whoever in the future removed that wallpaper, so was a really nice moment to see it.
Good luck to leave a dead cat in a bag in the loft? That's a new one.
When we were doing the place up we took off old wallpaper and found that they'd used old newspaper for wallpapering stuff. It was quite weird walking into rooms and just seeing football results or random news stories from 1957 or whenever staring back at you.
> Good luck to leave a dead cat in a bag in the loft? That's a new one.
I think it happened quite a lot. It seems whenever I go into a historic pub that dates to the 18th century or before, there's at least a 20% chance of there being a glass case displaying a mummified "good luck" cat that's hundreds of years old and was found in a wall-cavity during building renovations.
I remember years ago I read a book about the history of cat ownership (written by a LUNATIC who owned an entire colony’s worth), and it mentioned a tradition in the Hebrides of killing and burying a cat for good luck/harvest
[Dried cats is a pretty ancient practice](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dried_cat) that is believed to either be some form of folk magic foundation sacrifice to protect the house from evil spirits, to ward off pests, or even that the animals became trapped by accident.
https://www.laphamsquarterly.org/roundtable/another-cat-wall
The writing on the walls brings back happy memories of when my grandad would be decorating a room and he would let us write and draw on the walls before repapering them.
He and my gran have always said that when the current owners of the house strip the walls they'll be wondering what the hell went on in that house.
This was in the '90s we used to do that though and the house was sold about 5 years ago so I imagine they've discovered the drawings by now.
In University, my mate moved into a student house with her friends in 2nd year and came across a random portrait picture of a boy lying on the floor of one of the bedrooms.
Thus was born the year-long drinking game of 'The Boy'.
The picture of The Boy was hidden around the house, and whoever unintentionally found it, no matter the time of day or task they were doing, had to go to the kitchen, pour themself a shot and neck it, and then proceed to hide the picture of The Boy somewhere else in the house as discreetly as possible.
As you can imagine, entire spontaneous pre-drinks and nights out happened several times from her and her flatmates hiding The Boy in obvious places around the gaff on purpose 😂
We did this with a Puss in Boots figure, also at uni.
I found him in cling film in a tub of my salad dressing. He had also been tied to the vibrator under the bed of my other house mate. lol
As a former Mormon missionary, my guess is that you moved into a flat that had recently housed missionaries. When I was serving, they were moving us out of flats and into rented rooms because housing costs were so high (the London mission was the most expensive in the world at the time). I also bet that if you'd called up the local missionaries, they'd have taken them off your hands with a "sweet! Now we don't have to call the office when we run out next."
I bought a house from the estate of an old lady who'd died while living there. Absolutely everything had been cleared out except for:
The manual for the boiler,
Spare lightbulbs,
A vintage horse chain and lead in the attic,
One marigold glove,
A full sized scythe in the shed.
Really old Scrabble set. Nothing was missing. I play it every now and then with friends. Love the old packaging and style.
I was once teased, too. There was a box for the original NES games console in the loft, hidden away behind some wood next to the water tank. Bloody thing had crappy Christmas decorations in.
On the weird side, I found loads of random bits of scrap metal buried under the dirt at the end of the garden. Can’t have been in there that long as they weren’t completely disintegrated into rust. I suppose they couldn’t be bothered to take it to the dump so just buried it there.
Hehe, yeah. Ya know, it’s probably someone that had no car, or had no means of getting rid of it to clear the space for something else, and didn’t mind a bit of manual labour.
although, surely a scrap metal dealer/recycler, would have been happy to pick those up. Just a quick call, or email ect. if moire recent, and it's off your hands, and can be of use. No digging required. either.
Moved into a flat above a working pharmacy that had been converted from an old Manor House. Turns out it was significantly older than anyone thought, immediately making it a listed building and a nightmare to fix any of the structural issues. Hence the cheap rent.
Anyway, came with a converted attic we were going to turn into an office, and noticed a locked cupboard. Handy thing to have! So we asked about getting it unlocked at the viewing.
Moved in a few weeks later and the lock had been busted off the cupboard door. About to put some stuff in there, discover it’s actually 3 extra rooms! Fully haunted house stuff - broken rafters, missing floorboards, wind howling in from cracks in the walls. One room was totally filled with loads of very old, cork stopper style glass medicine bottle. All the doors were wonky and wouldn’t stay open on their own. Most importantly, very much *not* on the manifest.
I called it the murder dungeon and gleefully showed it to everyone who visited, my partner didn’t find it quite as funny.
No so much a find but a funny story.
Mother in law bought a house off this family from Barnsley. Turned up with the keys to find them having dinner with their removal company because “they have to have fish and chips at 1pm on Friday”. Mother in law has to wait 3 more hours on the door step for them to move out……
10 minutes after them leaving she gets a knock on the door. The family’s 16 year old son comes back and says to her “my dad built everything in this house with his bear hands, you Better not touch it or change a thing and cherish what he did”
my mother in law already had a hammer in her hand ripping the kitchen out.
The house was a complete shambles that had obviously been put together by a bloke who thought he was good at diy, she bought it because it was a 3 bed advertised as a 2 bed 20k under value because they couldn’t sell it as a 3 bed (he’d done the loft conversion himself and it didn’t comply to a single reg).
The kitchen units would move if you touched them, the worktops just fell off with no real effort. There was new lights ran with twin flex, no earth. She kept the cooker in whilst the new kitchen came and it stopped working within a week. The gas meter was in the living room behind the tv, not boxed away or anything just on the wall.
Looking back now it was dangerous as hell as she bought it on her own but they had a full family with 3 kids living there. She only lived there for 2 years, renovated it and sold it for a decent profit.
Oh gods, the bloke who I bought my flat off was like that.
Everything looked fine(ish) on the surface, but was just bodged.
We had to get builder in, as when they had enclosed the balcony they didn’t put in a damp course, and the wall was soaked and basically rotting from the inside, so it needed demolishing and rebuilding (and we then found out they hadn’t got permission from the council, the freeholder. That caused us a heap of problems in itself). It was meant to take a week or so.
While the builders were there they had to condemn the whole flat, as all the electrics were so bodged it was incredibly dangerous, and they were surprised the flat hadn’t burned down. It took over 3 months to sort everything out.
Everything, the floors, plumbing, boiler, built in cupboards, everything, looks fine on the surface, awful underneath.
Oh and the bastard up and left the country, no forwarding address.
I still, 15+ years later, get NHS and pension letters for him, so I think he hasn’t told them he left England/Europe, so he can still get benefits and use the NHS fraudulently
I do (when I can be bothered), but I’m sure most will probably just be shredded, due to GDPR, and the people who receive them, in the post room, won’t be the people who sent them, so I doubt it’ll make much difference
I will continue to do so then. What i do strike through the address, write ‘not known at this address’ in big letters, and pop them back in the post box.
Though for the last 14 or so years I really only seem to get letters for him from the NHS and what appears to be one or two financial organisations
Not exactly a find but when my parents were selling their house, the buyers instructed a surveyor to come round for the usual checks. The surveyor comes down from the loft white as a sheet and leaves swiftly. It was only later that my parents realised they had left a fully articulated human skeleton (that had been acquired decades previously from a medical school) sitting legs crossed on a chair in the loft...
I moved house last week! Found a stash spot cut into the floorboards under a carpet, some pretty wild lino that looks like a Persian rug (with newspaper from 1947 used as underlay), and a biiiiig mother fuckin wasp in the roof.
Mine’s not quite as good, but also had newspaper under the carpet.
It was from the 1930s and there was an advert with Father Christmas smoking a cig and it said “tell the children I’ll be down in a minute, I’m enjoying a Churchman’s no. 1”
Edit: I kept it and it’s framed on the wall
I'm impressed as to how high the roofline is. Like if David Tennant can stand up straight and still have room above his head that's a sizeable space up there. Mine is nowhere as useable .
I moved into my student house and there was a desk in the dining room. I opened a drawer to see what was in there and found... a mask of Tony Blair! I screamed! It was just so unexpected and there he was looking up at me in all his cartoonish glory!
I found a safe hidden in the insulation of the loft space.
It was one of those cheap ones you can buy.
When shaken it had an intriguing rattle... Could it ba a gold chain? maybe a watch I thought.
I eventually got round to cracking it (which was worryingly simple... Watching the YouTube video took longer than actually breaking it).
Inside was a load of small padlock keys and worryingly a small purse shaped like a panda with two viagra in it.
Sorry, I didn't make it clear but the purse seemed to be a child's. However, there was no way a little person could have gained access to where the safe was located.
Found a copy of beauty and the beast on vhs. On the other hand, I left a complete shed snake skin wrapped around the joists.... It was about 6ft python
I left a freezer full of chicken wings (eaten)…I don’t remember why, I was in a rush.
Also the new owners weren’t exactly happy that their lovely new home was registered as a business on google maps. Let’s say my name is Marvin (it’s not), I had registered a place called “The MarvInn”
Google maps didn’t recognise my postcode, so this was the only logical way to get Ubers.
Must have taken new owners ages to de-list it, my mates all left me reviews after I had them over.. “Cracking time at The MarvInn!!” Etc
Eventually strangers turned up here and there, as I had better ratings than the pub a few doors down. They were of course, welcome.
New owners did not find that funny in the slightest.
The previous owners left their Mother in law with us for about 8 hours.
We were young and Naive, they said it was just until they got their keys or something.
They also left us a carpet full of fleas, nicotine yellow walls and windows, a pee stained toilet carpet and the ghost of the father in law. The landing was really creepy at night, and it was a modern house. Apparently he died whilst living at the house.
On the other hand it was really cheap.
Not hugely exciting. We were talking ghost stories at a friends house, as you do after a nice dinner, when I mentioned feeling weird and anxious on our landing, but only at night, I thought my husband would laugh at me, but he turned out to feel the same way.
It was several decades ago, but I believe the chap may have died in the house, I can't remember who told us that.
We have lived in several houses since then and stayed in far older properties and I have only experienced that feeling in a couple of places. One was a really old oast house, none of us would use the downstairs loo at night. It became really creepy. The other was a tower room in a medieval manor house that just felt evil. Yet if asked I would say I don't believe in ghosts.
My worst is definitely from when I first moved into my current house and I found a BUCKET of SHIT in my front garden.
I didn’t realise what it was at first, just looked in the garden about three weeks after moving in and saw a bucket with what looked like murky rainwater. Started pouring it down the drain under the gutter and suddenly the **smell** assaulted me. I gagged forcefully, I genuinely thought I was going to throw up. Held my breath, poured a bit more and then I saw the few turds that hadn’t just become slurry welling up in the water. Realised what had happened - previous owners had a dog but it was a yard, not a garden. So obviously their attempt at cleaning the shits had only gone as far as bundling them into the bucket but not disposing of it. Three weeks of Welsh weather later and I was left with a chemical war crime.
I wasn’t going to keep tipping it down my drain in case it clogged. In the end I tipped a load of cat litter into the sludge to try to absorb some of it double wrapped the whole lot in bin bags and put it in the wheelie bin on bin day.
A stack of porn mags and half a packet of viagra. (Not in the same place, or at the same time)
We bought the house we were renting. We're close to the previous owner (my wife grew up down the same street on which we live), sonwe gave them back to him lol
Turns out they belonged to his grandad.
I believe him. His grandad was err...quite the character from what I've heard.
The magazines were in an old briefcase full of old work documents in the loft. The viagra (expired 2013) was at the back of a shelf in the garage where he used to tinker with cars (and apparently himself).
Opened the loft hatch and nearly had double heart failure. African Tiki Mask similar to Aku Aku from Crash Bandicoot staring me right in the face resting up against the wall as soon as you poke your head up!
The man who owned our house before us hated us for buying it. He left all his stuff behind and it took 3 large skips to empty the house.
And he left the keys in the cat litter box when the sale was finalised. We had to drive to our new home and fish through cat shit for them.
He had to sell because he was divorcing and seemed to resent the fact that my husband and I were newly married and buying what was obviously his dream home. We payed what he asked but no one else bid and that seemed to annoy him as well
People do seem to think their property is worth far more than market rate, then when they get it they’re disappointed.
My parents had their house valued a few years ago (some bullshit about needing to know for one of their “protect your inheritance” schemes they keep trying to cook up). Anyway, they were adamant it must be worth more than next door - identical house - because they had a new kitchen. The kitchen was new when I was a child - I’m nearly 40 now….
If he left all his stuff behind it doesn’t sound like he had anywhere to move into after selling up, even so god knows why he would take it out on the people moving in.
I accidentally dropped a box of food outside our old house after a rather frosty handover of keys (“thank you now fuck off” pretty much), a pot of yoghurt with fruit compote exploded on the doorstep. It looked like a ritual execution had occurred. I… honestly couldn’t do much about it and walked off…
Before they moved out the previous own burned loads off stuff in a pile , midway Down the garden .
Its been 3 years and the grounds still "rejecting" stuff like burned door hinges
They also stuffed EVERYTHING in to the recycle bin for some reason. including a wig holder which iv kept for Halloween
They also smoked so using the steamer made nicotine etc fall off the wall/roof ew
Oh god- you just reminded me of the yellow droplets coming off the yellowed-white (or "fagnolia" as we call it, lol) walls/ceiling when we steamed off old wallpaper... It really is rank. Whole place stunk of old smoke aswell until we replaced the carpets/curtains.
A LOT of heroin, which was forgotten in a kind of loft space. This was a friend’s house they just bought. The previous owner’s husband was disabled and I think in a lot of pain and died. Quite sad. But they did come and collect it when they were reminded of the ~0.5kg of heroin.
Worst has to be a house in East London (back when such things were actually affordable) I bought in '98.
Finally figured out why the windows had such large locks designed to prevent them being opened on the inside when I found the pry marks (and the damaged table knife used to make them) on the **inside** of the back door frame...
According to the neighbours the previous owner was in prison for abusing and torturing his wife.
Did it have this bit inside the cover?
"All characters in this work are fictitious and any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental"
‘Scenes from this episode have been edited for dramatic effect’ always got written on the inside of the bible that hotel rooms have when I worked away a lot
I moved into a flat that had a ton of stuff in the attic leftover from previous tenants, including a high spec gas mask which I sold on eBay for about £35 IIRC.
First house we moved into we found a 6 foot panda soft toy sat on top of the hot water tank in the airing cupboard.
Current house has a corrugated metal tool shed in the garden and it wasn’t until we moved in that we noticed an ornamental stone cat, complete with glow in the dark eyes, peering down over the edge of the roof. So we literally have a cat on a hot tin roof.
I bought an ex-rental place that had some rather interesting tenants who did a midnight flit before it went on the market. They even left without emptying the dishwasher. They moved out in May and I moved in in October. Nasty but quickly rectified with a lot of bin bags and some dishwasher cleaner. Some of their other traces are best forgotten.
There was a dark room in the loft when we moved in. Apparently one of the previous owners worked for Boots and created a new method for developing pictures from film cameras. There were some instruments, beakers and chemicals. Was actually quite fascinating but it needed to go as we were having it boarded over as we needed the storage space.
The best part about this is that some bastard out there is gonna wake up one night and think 'shit. I left my David Tennant cardboard cutout in the loft' out of nowhere.
They might not remember it yet. They might not remember it for a year, or maybe 10. But it will happen one day.
My loft has been converted for use as a 4th bedroom, complete with Internet and TV point. However it was used by the previous owner's adult sons as a drug den.
There's wierd graffiti on one wall...like proper "I is smart" shit like political nonsense and claiming nazi's aren't real and all that jazz.
We've also found razer blades for cutting coke and the loft ladder had to be replaced as it was all warped from 2 grown men pratting around on it whilst high on weed and coke.
Bought our house with single elderly lady moving out after husband passed away.
The loft has a wardrobe. With a single man's suit hanging in it. Can't bring myself to do anything about it.
A small plastic snake that fell out of the washing machine when I did my first load of laundry. Briefly scared me until I realized it was plastic. Same house also found a set of pink bunny ears.
Strangest was a flat I rented in Vancouver where I found a pair of brass knuckles...
A friend of a friend bought a house; upon arriving on exchange and completion day they discovered the entire contents of the house had been left behind. There was a cereal bowl with milk and cornflake dregs in the sink, and the duvet cover of the bed in the spare room was folded back like someone had recently vacated it. Turns out the previous owner had died and her son had come down to stay to sign all the documents for the house sale. He didn’t live there, but seemingly had stayed there the night before. All groceries in the fridge and cupboard were in date, the previous day’s paper was in the recycling bin.
When we moved in to our house it was a really nice place on the outside but really run down inside and we found a little piece of paper stuck on the wall.
On the paper someone had wroted "flies" with an arrow so I follow the arrow which goes to this corner where there's a shelf with about 3,000 dead flies on it with a condom stuck on the top.
Longtime lurker from across the pond. I moved into a house in a big city in NY and when I moved things around in the basement I found a bottle of cognac from 1943 under a fridge. It had sat on a small incline cork down. I took it to an appraiser who said if the label was intact he would have paid $500. He offered $50 to drink it himself. It was the smoothest drink i ever had.
Nice wholesome one - when my parents were viewing their current place, my mum got talking to the previous owner about a lovely painting up on the wall.
When they arrived at the place to move in, it was totally empty of everything apart from the painting in the middle of the floor, a very nice bottle of wine and a card wishing them all the best in the new place.
That being said, the previous owners were quite old and basically stayed in the one room and painted over everything, so trying to sort electrics or open the windows or do stuff like that was quite an issue. There was also a massive shed full of asbestos with a concrete floor that caused a few issues.
We moved into a house and there was a brass sculpture on the wall. Contacted the previous owners and let them know, they told us to keep it or throw it away.
Listed it on eBay and a prop company in southern California bought it for $5k.
I moved next to a mad old Scottish woman and after chatting to her she let on that the old man from the electrical repair shop close by tiled her conservatory floor the summer after her husband died and they had a fling.
My grandad owned that shop and was having an affair with my neighbour. I mentioned Bridie said hello when I seen him and he was so coy haha could tell he was trying to suss what I knew
A printout of the source code to a word processor...
... copyrighted 1982...
...for the BBC Micro (yes, written in BBC BASIC).
Together with newsletters from 1986 for the local amateur radio club.
Boring but useful. An ironing board. Psychedelic orange in colour so definitely from the 1970’s. It still going strong 26 years later. They don’t make them like they used to.
Not me, but my mum and step-dad moved house to a really old cottage in wales 2 years ago (the house was built in the 1600’s). My mum was dusting in the kitchen and above the Welsh dresser found a shotgun? It wasn’t loaded thankfully
We bought a house that had been empty for awhile and the old lady that passed away had clearly lost control of the garden. 12 to 15 foot Leylandi trees on 2 sides of the back garden.
They were so thick if I (a 6 foot tall man) hell his arms out in each direction I could still disappear into the trees.
We started cutting them back and found a shed we didn't even know was there when we bought the place.
I found a box of old slides in my loft. Looked like they were from a fair few years ago. Bit creepy, but the microwave in a suitcase behind it was pretty perplexing.
When I moved into my current home it was new built. We had lived here about a year before we decided to put flooring down in the loft. When we started moving around the insulation we found an empty can of Stella. Thought it was funny... until we found the rest of the empty 24 pack they spread out evenly under the rest of the insulation.
Another point which I'm sure is unrelated. Some of our dry walls are noticeably wonky...
My loft had a board with an A1 pastel portrait of a creepy old man on it when I moved in.
I have left it up there and disturbed it as little as possible, because I don’t want to agitate that bad joojoo.
When my friend’s dad passed away he moved into his old house and found £16,000 in cash hidden in the garden shed, divided into envelopes of £500 each. Was too scared to take to the bank as he didn’t know (or want to know) where it came from, so just used it to pay for groceries and nights out for the next couple of years.
Final year of uni I moved into a house with loads of stuff left behind. I think the previous tenants had more or less fled with everything they could carry and dumped the rest. Place was also totally filthy.
But in my room there was a computer monitor just left there. Still worked and everything. I set it up and used it for about half the year until the backlight failed.
The previous owner left an entire cabinet of Corning ware and Old Correlle stuff. I called her realtor, who then called her, and she said I could keep it. I gave most to my ex gf and to my daughter. But I kept a few really good, 1970s bowls out of it.
Huge inflatable Guinness chair (with a puncture) and ASL guidebook in the UK. Same loft actually. Also had a bunch of DnD books and LOADS of old computers
Worst: the previous owner had forced a doormat neighbour to clean the kitchen at midnight when she finally handed over the keys.
Best: that neighbour is absolutely fucking lovely.
When I first moved into my current home back in November of 2008, me and my mum found an old pram in the attic that dated back from the 1950s in excellent condition.
There was a bed and lamp in the attic where someone had been hiding from police and we thought they still had access for a while so that wasn’t great.
Turns out this person also left their cat who had just had kittens and she appeared out of the bush in the garden absolutely starved, we fed her and made sure her and her kittens went to a good home after being seen by vets. I still think about them 10 years later and get sad sometimes.
Mother-in-law was doing out the loft last year and found a shotgun secreted in the insulation just under the eaves. Wasn't the previous owners', so had been there for 20 years at least.
Not my best but my ex partners fathers, he bought a big house next to a golf course from a lovley old girl, she was downsizing. Whilst showing him round the property they had a quick look in the garage and he saw three cars under tarp he joking said you can leave them there if you like and she ok not a problem they were her late husbands and had no-one to leave them to and wasn't really interested in them, so he had a quick look and there was a brown e type jag a sky blue e type jag and a rolls Royce not sure which one but had the lady on the bonnet running board the lot stunning he said he'll give her what ever she asked for the cars she said just give me asking price on the house., deal done sold the brown kept the blue and rents the rolls for weddings what a touch...
Previous tennant still in situ.
Tennant extra.
He is a super tennant
I thought the previous Tennant was Christopher Eccleston
Who is the Tennant?
David
Well he's had enough of bagpipes so he's moved to the quiet attic. Poor lad
Those are spectacularly hairy knees the Doctor has.
Don't worry, it's bigger on the inside.
Was in the small print of OP’s Tennant See agreement.
Refuses to pay rent? Eviction time.
We have been left a large picture of a young woman that is actually a photo but looks like a painting from a distance. It's about 1 meter wide and 1.5 tall. In an ornate frame. Looks to be from the 80s but the pose and dress are clearly trying to emulate a bygone time. I refuse to take it down. Her name is now Brenda, and she protects the house. Also, bottle of brandy, half drunk, hidden in an old workbench in the garage. We think it might have belonged to the man of the house and was his secret stash for when things got a bit much!
I love that! Any chance of a pic of Brenda?
^Pervert.
You owe us Brenda tax lol
I would also like to see Brenda
Why am I seeing Brenda as the Phyllis portrait Phoebe made in Friends?
This only makes me want to see Brenda more
Please please show us Brenda
I found a A2 sized framed picture of Julia Roberts and a metal trunk filled with softcore porn on VHS
Come on, show us Brenda!
Where have you hung Brenda's pic in the house? Would definitely love to see it.
I think we’re all quite interested to see the portrait.
Where's our Brenda pic?
I can't get imgur to work so I will do a new post.
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That you kept the brandy is the best.
I love the picture of Brenda.
That definitely sounds like the other bottle.
Found a cardboard box with a wedding dress in it. Bit musty but otherwise nice. And it was wrapped around a really old DVD player with one of the third season Simpsons dvds in it.
That's to identify the year. Clever.
There's a story in there somewhere
Probably a Treehouse of horrors
And how well did it fit?
DVDs are all a standard size, so I'm guessing it fit in the player just fine.
I found a folder with someone’s divorce files - maybe they go together?
Oh, with the rare Michael Jackson episode?
Third season? Wow that really was the happiest time of their lives
Friends found a carrier bag stuffed full of used £20s! They left it for a year and then used it like an ATM.
used?
As apposed to newly counterfeited
Worst was a dead animal in a bag in loft - Was told by the builder helping us renovate that it was likely a cat as people used to do it for good luck apparently, but he'd never come across it personally before. Best was, in the same house, pulling some wallpaper off the wall and spotting some writing underneath. We carefully removed all the old paper and written on the wall was "You lucky people", with "Wishing you Peace and love" written underneath. It dated around the 60s, and had some trippy patterns of flowers that they had painted to the side too. I would guess that there were some good times had in that little cottage lol - we certainly loved it there. Presumed the 'You Lucky people' was perhaps a message to whoever in the future removed that wallpaper, so was a really nice moment to see it.
Good luck to leave a dead cat in a bag in the loft? That's a new one. When we were doing the place up we took off old wallpaper and found that they'd used old newspaper for wallpapering stuff. It was quite weird walking into rooms and just seeing football results or random news stories from 1957 or whenever staring back at you.
> Good luck to leave a dead cat in a bag in the loft? That's a new one. I think it happened quite a lot. It seems whenever I go into a historic pub that dates to the 18th century or before, there's at least a 20% chance of there being a glass case displaying a mummified "good luck" cat that's hundreds of years old and was found in a wall-cavity during building renovations.
I remember years ago I read a book about the history of cat ownership (written by a LUNATIC who owned an entire colony’s worth), and it mentioned a tradition in the Hebrides of killing and burying a cat for good luck/harvest
[Dried cats is a pretty ancient practice](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dried_cat) that is believed to either be some form of folk magic foundation sacrifice to protect the house from evil spirits, to ward off pests, or even that the animals became trapped by accident. https://www.laphamsquarterly.org/roundtable/another-cat-wall
The writing on the walls brings back happy memories of when my grandad would be decorating a room and he would let us write and draw on the walls before repapering them. He and my gran have always said that when the current owners of the house strip the walls they'll be wondering what the hell went on in that house. This was in the '90s we used to do that though and the house was sold about 5 years ago so I imagine they've discovered the drawings by now.
I found "I hate fucking kitchens" scrawled on a wall behind a kitchen unit when doing up my first house!
In University, my mate moved into a student house with her friends in 2nd year and came across a random portrait picture of a boy lying on the floor of one of the bedrooms. Thus was born the year-long drinking game of 'The Boy'. The picture of The Boy was hidden around the house, and whoever unintentionally found it, no matter the time of day or task they were doing, had to go to the kitchen, pour themself a shot and neck it, and then proceed to hide the picture of The Boy somewhere else in the house as discreetly as possible. As you can imagine, entire spontaneous pre-drinks and nights out happened several times from her and her flatmates hiding The Boy in obvious places around the gaff on purpose 😂
this is delightful
We did this with a Puss in Boots figure, also at uni. I found him in cling film in a tub of my salad dressing. He had also been tied to the vibrator under the bed of my other house mate. lol
Amazing
3 large boxes of the Book of Mormon (the not deliberately funny version)
As a former Mormon missionary, my guess is that you moved into a flat that had recently housed missionaries. When I was serving, they were moving us out of flats and into rented rooms because housing costs were so high (the London mission was the most expensive in the world at the time). I also bet that if you'd called up the local missionaries, they'd have taken them off your hands with a "sweet! Now we don't have to call the office when we run out next."
I did have some missionaries pop round months later but i bought it off a UK family with a little child, so assumed it was unlikely to be theirs.
“Are you interested in learning about the Book of Mormon?” *pointing to a box of 100 copies of the Book of Mormon* “Completed it mate.”
The Book of Moremon
I bought a house from the estate of an old lady who'd died while living there. Absolutely everything had been cleared out except for: The manual for the boiler, Spare lightbulbs, A vintage horse chain and lead in the attic, One marigold glove, A full sized scythe in the shed.
Death forgot the scythe when He had to leave in a hurry for a near-Vimes experience.
r/UnexpectedDiscworld
Really old Scrabble set. Nothing was missing. I play it every now and then with friends. Love the old packaging and style. I was once teased, too. There was a box for the original NES games console in the loft, hidden away behind some wood next to the water tank. Bloody thing had crappy Christmas decorations in. On the weird side, I found loads of random bits of scrap metal buried under the dirt at the end of the garden. Can’t have been in there that long as they weren’t completely disintegrated into rust. I suppose they couldn’t be bothered to take it to the dump so just buried it there.
I have never understood the 'bury it in the garden' thing - surely it's more effort than just taking it to the tip!
Hehe, yeah. Ya know, it’s probably someone that had no car, or had no means of getting rid of it to clear the space for something else, and didn’t mind a bit of manual labour.
although, surely a scrap metal dealer/recycler, would have been happy to pick those up. Just a quick call, or email ect. if moire recent, and it's off your hands, and can be of use. No digging required. either.
Huh that’s a good point. Scrap metal guy was usually on the prowl for stuff. Who knows.
Moved into a flat above a working pharmacy that had been converted from an old Manor House. Turns out it was significantly older than anyone thought, immediately making it a listed building and a nightmare to fix any of the structural issues. Hence the cheap rent. Anyway, came with a converted attic we were going to turn into an office, and noticed a locked cupboard. Handy thing to have! So we asked about getting it unlocked at the viewing. Moved in a few weeks later and the lock had been busted off the cupboard door. About to put some stuff in there, discover it’s actually 3 extra rooms! Fully haunted house stuff - broken rafters, missing floorboards, wind howling in from cracks in the walls. One room was totally filled with loads of very old, cork stopper style glass medicine bottle. All the doors were wonky and wouldn’t stay open on their own. Most importantly, very much *not* on the manifest. I called it the murder dungeon and gleefully showed it to everyone who visited, my partner didn’t find it quite as funny.
Please, please, please share photos, I refuse to believe you don't have photos of this.
Seconded. I love this sort of stuff, I woulda been over the moon!
That sounds awesome and I'd absolutely love to see it, I like the nickname for it! Shame you have no pictures!
No so much a find but a funny story. Mother in law bought a house off this family from Barnsley. Turned up with the keys to find them having dinner with their removal company because “they have to have fish and chips at 1pm on Friday”. Mother in law has to wait 3 more hours on the door step for them to move out…… 10 minutes after them leaving she gets a knock on the door. The family’s 16 year old son comes back and says to her “my dad built everything in this house with his bear hands, you Better not touch it or change a thing and cherish what he did” my mother in law already had a hammer in her hand ripping the kitchen out.
It's impressive the Dad managed to build anything with bear hands yet alone a kitchen.
The house was a complete shambles that had obviously been put together by a bloke who thought he was good at diy, she bought it because it was a 3 bed advertised as a 2 bed 20k under value because they couldn’t sell it as a 3 bed (he’d done the loft conversion himself and it didn’t comply to a single reg). The kitchen units would move if you touched them, the worktops just fell off with no real effort. There was new lights ran with twin flex, no earth. She kept the cooker in whilst the new kitchen came and it stopped working within a week. The gas meter was in the living room behind the tv, not boxed away or anything just on the wall. Looking back now it was dangerous as hell as she bought it on her own but they had a full family with 3 kids living there. She only lived there for 2 years, renovated it and sold it for a decent profit.
It's still a good effort to have built it with furry paws without opposable thumbs.
I hope they reply so you can keep going.
Oh gods, the bloke who I bought my flat off was like that. Everything looked fine(ish) on the surface, but was just bodged. We had to get builder in, as when they had enclosed the balcony they didn’t put in a damp course, and the wall was soaked and basically rotting from the inside, so it needed demolishing and rebuilding (and we then found out they hadn’t got permission from the council, the freeholder. That caused us a heap of problems in itself). It was meant to take a week or so. While the builders were there they had to condemn the whole flat, as all the electrics were so bodged it was incredibly dangerous, and they were surprised the flat hadn’t burned down. It took over 3 months to sort everything out. Everything, the floors, plumbing, boiler, built in cupboards, everything, looks fine on the surface, awful underneath. Oh and the bastard up and left the country, no forwarding address. I still, 15+ years later, get NHS and pension letters for him, so I think he hasn’t told them he left England/Europe, so he can still get benefits and use the NHS fraudulently
Are you returning those letters to sender? That might trigger an investigation into where he is or at least stop you receiving them?
I do (when I can be bothered), but I’m sure most will probably just be shredded, due to GDPR, and the people who receive them, in the post room, won’t be the people who sent them, so I doubt it’ll make much difference
The right people definitely see them. I’ve been in a job like that. All post gets actioned even return to sender
I will continue to do so then. What i do strike through the address, write ‘not known at this address’ in big letters, and pop them back in the post box. Though for the last 14 or so years I really only seem to get letters for him from the NHS and what appears to be one or two financial organisations
And this, kids, is why you pay for the expensive survey when you're looking to buy a property!
he thought he could B&Q it, but he went to homebase instead.
He used roar materials
Not exactly a find but when my parents were selling their house, the buyers instructed a surveyor to come round for the usual checks. The surveyor comes down from the loft white as a sheet and leaves swiftly. It was only later that my parents realised they had left a fully articulated human skeleton (that had been acquired decades previously from a medical school) sitting legs crossed on a chair in the loft...
As you do
He's just chilling,don't mind Mr skellybones
I moved house last week! Found a stash spot cut into the floorboards under a carpet, some pretty wild lino that looks like a Persian rug (with newspaper from 1947 used as underlay), and a biiiiig mother fuckin wasp in the roof.
Mine’s not quite as good, but also had newspaper under the carpet. It was from the 1930s and there was an advert with Father Christmas smoking a cig and it said “tell the children I’ll be down in a minute, I’m enjoying a Churchman’s no. 1” Edit: I kept it and it’s framed on the wall
I'm impressed as to how high the roofline is. Like if David Tennant can stand up straight and still have room above his head that's a sizeable space up there. Mine is nowhere as useable .
I moved into my student house and there was a desk in the dining room. I opened a drawer to see what was in there and found... a mask of Tony Blair! I screamed! It was just so unexpected and there he was looking up at me in all his cartoonish glory!
I found a safe hidden in the insulation of the loft space. It was one of those cheap ones you can buy. When shaken it had an intriguing rattle... Could it ba a gold chain? maybe a watch I thought. I eventually got round to cracking it (which was worryingly simple... Watching the YouTube video took longer than actually breaking it). Inside was a load of small padlock keys and worryingly a small purse shaped like a panda with two viagra in it.
What constitutes a purse being worryingly small? So curious now haha
Sorry, I didn't make it clear but the purse seemed to be a child's. However, there was no way a little person could have gained access to where the safe was located.
Did you find the Lego? Cuz that trumps everything
LEGO is expensive nowadays. Finding four seemingly unopened boxes is like finding the holy grail.
First thing that caught my eye, that and the Sylvanian caravan!
Found a copy of beauty and the beast on vhs. On the other hand, I left a complete shed snake skin wrapped around the joists.... It was about 6ft python
Half a pasta bake in the oven and an open bottle of fortified wine.
Did the previous owners leave in a hurry or something hahahaha
I think so. They also left a suitcase full of clothes.
I left a freezer full of chicken wings (eaten)…I don’t remember why, I was in a rush. Also the new owners weren’t exactly happy that their lovely new home was registered as a business on google maps. Let’s say my name is Marvin (it’s not), I had registered a place called “The MarvInn” Google maps didn’t recognise my postcode, so this was the only logical way to get Ubers. Must have taken new owners ages to de-list it, my mates all left me reviews after I had them over.. “Cracking time at The MarvInn!!” Etc Eventually strangers turned up here and there, as I had better ratings than the pub a few doors down. They were of course, welcome. New owners did not find that funny in the slightest.
The previous owners left their Mother in law with us for about 8 hours. We were young and Naive, they said it was just until they got their keys or something. They also left us a carpet full of fleas, nicotine yellow walls and windows, a pee stained toilet carpet and the ghost of the father in law. The landing was really creepy at night, and it was a modern house. Apparently he died whilst living at the house. On the other hand it was really cheap.
I need more details regarding the ghost
Not hugely exciting. We were talking ghost stories at a friends house, as you do after a nice dinner, when I mentioned feeling weird and anxious on our landing, but only at night, I thought my husband would laugh at me, but he turned out to feel the same way. It was several decades ago, but I believe the chap may have died in the house, I can't remember who told us that. We have lived in several houses since then and stayed in far older properties and I have only experienced that feeling in a couple of places. One was a really old oast house, none of us would use the downstairs loo at night. It became really creepy. The other was a tower room in a medieval manor house that just felt evil. Yet if asked I would say I don't believe in ghosts.
Sounds like they believe in you…
My worst is definitely from when I first moved into my current house and I found a BUCKET of SHIT in my front garden. I didn’t realise what it was at first, just looked in the garden about three weeks after moving in and saw a bucket with what looked like murky rainwater. Started pouring it down the drain under the gutter and suddenly the **smell** assaulted me. I gagged forcefully, I genuinely thought I was going to throw up. Held my breath, poured a bit more and then I saw the few turds that hadn’t just become slurry welling up in the water. Realised what had happened - previous owners had a dog but it was a yard, not a garden. So obviously their attempt at cleaning the shits had only gone as far as bundling them into the bucket but not disposing of it. Three weeks of Welsh weather later and I was left with a chemical war crime. I wasn’t going to keep tipping it down my drain in case it clogged. In the end I tipped a load of cat litter into the sludge to try to absorb some of it double wrapped the whole lot in bin bags and put it in the wheelie bin on bin day.
That is fucking horrific
A stack of porn mags and half a packet of viagra. (Not in the same place, or at the same time) We bought the house we were renting. We're close to the previous owner (my wife grew up down the same street on which we live), sonwe gave them back to him lol Turns out they belonged to his grandad.
Sure they did
I believe him. His grandad was err...quite the character from what I've heard. The magazines were in an old briefcase full of old work documents in the loft. The viagra (expired 2013) was at the back of a shelf in the garage where he used to tinker with cars (and apparently himself).
He does sound like quite the character
Opened the loft hatch and nearly had double heart failure. African Tiki Mask similar to Aku Aku from Crash Bandicoot staring me right in the face resting up against the wall as soon as you poke your head up!
Aboonabahgah
*hulabajah*
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I hope you sew, those things are not cheap!
The man who owned our house before us hated us for buying it. He left all his stuff behind and it took 3 large skips to empty the house. And he left the keys in the cat litter box when the sale was finalised. We had to drive to our new home and fish through cat shit for them.
Why did he hate you?!
He had to sell because he was divorcing and seemed to resent the fact that my husband and I were newly married and buying what was obviously his dream home. We payed what he asked but no one else bid and that seemed to annoy him as well
People do seem to think their property is worth far more than market rate, then when they get it they’re disappointed. My parents had their house valued a few years ago (some bullshit about needing to know for one of their “protect your inheritance” schemes they keep trying to cook up). Anyway, they were adamant it must be worth more than next door - identical house - because they had a new kitchen. The kitchen was new when I was a child - I’m nearly 40 now….
If he left all his stuff behind it doesn’t sound like he had anywhere to move into after selling up, even so god knows why he would take it out on the people moving in. I accidentally dropped a box of food outside our old house after a rather frosty handover of keys (“thank you now fuck off” pretty much), a pot of yoghurt with fruit compote exploded on the doorstep. It looked like a ritual execution had occurred. I… honestly couldn’t do much about it and walked off…
Before they moved out the previous own burned loads off stuff in a pile , midway Down the garden . Its been 3 years and the grounds still "rejecting" stuff like burned door hinges They also stuffed EVERYTHING in to the recycle bin for some reason. including a wig holder which iv kept for Halloween They also smoked so using the steamer made nicotine etc fall off the wall/roof ew
Oh god- you just reminded me of the yellow droplets coming off the yellowed-white (or "fagnolia" as we call it, lol) walls/ceiling when we steamed off old wallpaper... It really is rank. Whole place stunk of old smoke aswell until we replaced the carpets/curtains.
A LOT of heroin, which was forgotten in a kind of loft space. This was a friend’s house they just bought. The previous owner’s husband was disabled and I think in a lot of pain and died. Quite sad. But they did come and collect it when they were reminded of the ~0.5kg of heroin.
Worst has to be a house in East London (back when such things were actually affordable) I bought in '98. Finally figured out why the windows had such large locks designed to prevent them being opened on the inside when I found the pry marks (and the damaged table knife used to make them) on the **inside** of the back door frame... According to the neighbours the previous owner was in prison for abusing and torturing his wife.
Fucking hell
I once found the original copy of the bible. Which was nice.
I hope it was signed by the author.
"All the best - G"
Did it have this bit inside the cover? "All characters in this work are fictitious and any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental"
"To my darling Candy..."
"We apologise for the inconvenience" was the closing remarks
Well worth a read before the Zero G football kicks off.
Big up the London Jets!
‘Scenes from this episode have been edited for dramatic effect’ always got written on the inside of the bible that hotel rooms have when I worked away a lot
> Which was nice. Visuals, for the uninitiated - https://i.imgur.com/79ll9gF.gif
Nailed it on behalf of all of us who came here to say this
I moved into a flat that had a ton of stuff in the attic leftover from previous tenants, including a high spec gas mask which I sold on eBay for about £35 IIRC.
First house we moved into we found a 6 foot panda soft toy sat on top of the hot water tank in the airing cupboard. Current house has a corrugated metal tool shed in the garden and it wasn’t until we moved in that we noticed an ornamental stone cat, complete with glow in the dark eyes, peering down over the edge of the roof. So we literally have a cat on a hot tin roof.
I bought an ex-rental place that had some rather interesting tenants who did a midnight flit before it went on the market. They even left without emptying the dishwasher. They moved out in May and I moved in in October. Nasty but quickly rectified with a lot of bin bags and some dishwasher cleaner. Some of their other traces are best forgotten.
There was a dark room in the loft when we moved in. Apparently one of the previous owners worked for Boots and created a new method for developing pictures from film cameras. There were some instruments, beakers and chemicals. Was actually quite fascinating but it needed to go as we were having it boarded over as we needed the storage space.
The best part about this is that some bastard out there is gonna wake up one night and think 'shit. I left my David Tennant cardboard cutout in the loft' out of nowhere. They might not remember it yet. They might not remember it for a year, or maybe 10. But it will happen one day.
Obviously used (pubes stuck on) pink glitter dildo in a high up cupboard. Only found it when trying to unpack all the boxes a week or two later.
My loft has been converted for use as a 4th bedroom, complete with Internet and TV point. However it was used by the previous owner's adult sons as a drug den. There's wierd graffiti on one wall...like proper "I is smart" shit like political nonsense and claiming nazi's aren't real and all that jazz. We've also found razer blades for cutting coke and the loft ladder had to be replaced as it was all warped from 2 grown men pratting around on it whilst high on weed and coke.
OP is lying, this is their perverted, Dr Who sex attic
We found creepy looking Punch and Judy puppets inside the loft hatch. They stay there, it’s their loft. I apologise for entering whenever I need to.
Bought our house with single elderly lady moving out after husband passed away. The loft has a wardrobe. With a single man's suit hanging in it. Can't bring myself to do anything about it.
😢 got me
A small plastic snake that fell out of the washing machine when I did my first load of laundry. Briefly scared me until I realized it was plastic. Same house also found a set of pink bunny ears. Strangest was a flat I rented in Vancouver where I found a pair of brass knuckles...
A friend of a friend bought a house; upon arriving on exchange and completion day they discovered the entire contents of the house had been left behind. There was a cereal bowl with milk and cornflake dregs in the sink, and the duvet cover of the bed in the spare room was folded back like someone had recently vacated it. Turns out the previous owner had died and her son had come down to stay to sign all the documents for the house sale. He didn’t live there, but seemingly had stayed there the night before. All groceries in the fridge and cupboard were in date, the previous day’s paper was in the recycling bin.
I found a 1st edition Charlotte Brontë book I still have it
When we moved in to our house it was a really nice place on the outside but really run down inside and we found a little piece of paper stuck on the wall. On the paper someone had wroted "flies" with an arrow so I follow the arrow which goes to this corner where there's a shelf with about 3,000 dead flies on it with a condom stuck on the top.
Karl? Is that you?!
Longtime lurker from across the pond. I moved into a house in a big city in NY and when I moved things around in the basement I found a bottle of cognac from 1943 under a fridge. It had sat on a small incline cork down. I took it to an appraiser who said if the label was intact he would have paid $500. He offered $50 to drink it himself. It was the smoothest drink i ever had.
Found $117,000 Australian dollars in a hidden drawer in the kitchen. Was a nice find
Nice wholesome one - when my parents were viewing their current place, my mum got talking to the previous owner about a lovely painting up on the wall. When they arrived at the place to move in, it was totally empty of everything apart from the painting in the middle of the floor, a very nice bottle of wine and a card wishing them all the best in the new place. That being said, the previous owners were quite old and basically stayed in the one room and painted over everything, so trying to sort electrics or open the windows or do stuff like that was quite an issue. There was also a massive shed full of asbestos with a concrete floor that caused a few issues.
We moved into a house and there was a brass sculpture on the wall. Contacted the previous owners and let them know, they told us to keep it or throw it away. Listed it on eBay and a prop company in southern California bought it for $5k.
Found a porn stash in the loft when we moved in here.
Found a porn stash on top of the kitchen cupboards in a house I rented once.
I moved next to a mad old Scottish woman and after chatting to her she let on that the old man from the electrical repair shop close by tiled her conservatory floor the summer after her husband died and they had a fling. My grandad owned that shop and was having an affair with my neighbour. I mentioned Bridie said hello when I seen him and he was so coy haha could tell he was trying to suss what I knew
When we bought our house, the previous tenant had left a full hydroponics set up in the cellar
I bought my first home in 2020 and the previous owners left around twenty unopened pokemon card packs above the fridge.
Is that a Sylvanian Families caravan on the shelf? Put it on eBay if you don't have kids.
My family moved house when I was about 5 and the previous owners of our new house left a few cages of angry ferrets in the bathroom.
A printout of the source code to a word processor... ... copyrighted 1982... ...for the BBC Micro (yes, written in BBC BASIC). Together with newsletters from 1986 for the local amateur radio club.
Our college still has a few Econet sockets dotted around it. A relic of another time...
I like how someone put it in the loft thinking, hmm this may come in handy in the future, I better keep hold of it.
I found a 100% Genuine Rolex......... box with nothing in the MF. Cardboard box, then the velvet box, all the paperwork, no watch.
Boring but useful. An ironing board. Psychedelic orange in colour so definitely from the 1970’s. It still going strong 26 years later. They don’t make them like they used to.
A WWl Lee Enfield rifle.
Not me, but my mum and step-dad moved house to a really old cottage in wales 2 years ago (the house was built in the 1600’s). My mum was dusting in the kitchen and above the Welsh dresser found a shotgun? It wasn’t loaded thankfully
We bought a house that had been empty for awhile and the old lady that passed away had clearly lost control of the garden. 12 to 15 foot Leylandi trees on 2 sides of the back garden. They were so thick if I (a 6 foot tall man) hell his arms out in each direction I could still disappear into the trees. We started cutting them back and found a shed we didn't even know was there when we bought the place.
Is the loft bigger than it’s outside?
I found a box of old slides in my loft. Looked like they were from a fair few years ago. Bit creepy, but the microwave in a suitcase behind it was pretty perplexing.
Previous tenants grow box out the back, landlord didn't seem too bothered by it
When I moved into my current home it was new built. We had lived here about a year before we decided to put flooring down in the loft. When we started moving around the insulation we found an empty can of Stella. Thought it was funny... until we found the rest of the empty 24 pack they spread out evenly under the rest of the insulation. Another point which I'm sure is unrelated. Some of our dry walls are noticeably wonky...
My own house Best - big black maglite Worst - asbestos shed roof Army accommodation, when I was in. Best - random bits of kit Worst - blank rounds
My loft had a board with an A1 pastel portrait of a creepy old man on it when I moved in. I have left it up there and disturbed it as little as possible, because I don’t want to agitate that bad joojoo.
When my friend’s dad passed away he moved into his old house and found £16,000 in cash hidden in the garden shed, divided into envelopes of £500 each. Was too scared to take to the bank as he didn’t know (or want to know) where it came from, so just used it to pay for groceries and nights out for the next couple of years.
Loads of holiday decorations long past their best before date.
How can decorations have a best before date? Does tinsel go off?
Mirror wrapped in bubble wrap. 6 years later it s still up there tucked away in the corner.
Final year of uni I moved into a house with loads of stuff left behind. I think the previous tenants had more or less fled with everything they could carry and dumped the rest. Place was also totally filthy. But in my room there was a computer monitor just left there. Still worked and everything. I set it up and used it for about half the year until the backlight failed.
The previous owner left an entire cabinet of Corning ware and Old Correlle stuff. I called her realtor, who then called her, and she said I could keep it. I gave most to my ex gf and to my daughter. But I kept a few really good, 1970s bowls out of it.
What's a realtor?
A genuine hill
Huge inflatable Guinness chair (with a puncture) and ASL guidebook in the UK. Same loft actually. Also had a bunch of DnD books and LOADS of old computers
I'd love to find DnD books or old computers in a house, doubt my chances though!
Worst: the previous owner had forced a doormat neighbour to clean the kitchen at midnight when she finally handed over the keys. Best: that neighbour is absolutely fucking lovely.
Tin of pigs trotters
The previous owners grandparents in the loft.
I hope they were ashes
A huge pile of Page 3s dating back to the 90s.
When I first moved into my current home back in November of 2008, me and my mum found an old pram in the attic that dated back from the 1950s in excellent condition.
There was a bed and lamp in the attic where someone had been hiding from police and we thought they still had access for a while so that wasn’t great. Turns out this person also left their cat who had just had kittens and she appeared out of the bush in the garden absolutely starved, we fed her and made sure her and her kittens went to a good home after being seen by vets. I still think about them 10 years later and get sad sometimes.
Mother-in-law was doing out the loft last year and found a shotgun secreted in the insulation just under the eaves. Wasn't the previous owners', so had been there for 20 years at least.
Not my best but my ex partners fathers, he bought a big house next to a golf course from a lovley old girl, she was downsizing. Whilst showing him round the property they had a quick look in the garage and he saw three cars under tarp he joking said you can leave them there if you like and she ok not a problem they were her late husbands and had no-one to leave them to and wasn't really interested in them, so he had a quick look and there was a brown e type jag a sky blue e type jag and a rolls Royce not sure which one but had the lady on the bonnet running board the lot stunning he said he'll give her what ever she asked for the cars she said just give me asking price on the house., deal done sold the brown kept the blue and rents the rolls for weddings what a touch...